Chapter 12
The second I open the door to stop the constant knocking, I'm surprised to not see Marisa, but a male with brown hair and gray eyes, tall, broad shoulders, and a smug look upon his face. "The popular Lady Lyra," he greets, walking straight past me and into my room. "I finally find where he keeps his secret."
"Can I help you?" I ask, crossing my arms as I begin to feel uncomfortable, not knowing who he is. It's as if he's some sort of jester, how he moves about the room with a spring in his step, a smile upon his face, and just an aura that tells me he's up to no good.
Looking back at me, he curtsies like a lady, winking at me as I raise an eyebrow. "Yes, you can," he begins, taking a seat upon my lounge chair. "I want to understand how Leo finds you to be fairest of them all."
"Who are you?" I ask, walking around to the fireplace, grabbing one of the vases, making it seem normal, but ready to strike at any moment.
"Elijah Eversol, the

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